I'm fresh off an eleven-day run in which little else was done except for work, work and more work. I've not answered emails. I've not finished designs. I've got to take a break before I dive back into it all. This will not be, sadly, a relaxing holiday time. It will be what I like to call "catch-up time" - the time where everyone is "out"/"away" and I can get all the work done in peace, in quiet, with bursts of reading & writing in between.
Plus, there are stories due. Many, many stories due. More on this later. If you've not heard back from me, do not fear. You will. Once I get some proper rest and remember what my name is.
Until then:
- I'm not sure how I missed this, but John Fox has an excellent post on the literary journals that offend the most. As I get ready to jump back into the world of submissions, I will heed every word.
- John also points to an excellent resource for all submitting writers (one that I keep finding and forgetting about): Duotrope. Take heed and stay away from those deemed The Slothful.
- Carole Muske-Dukes was on Bookworm today and I missed it entirely due to deadlines. Aren't podcasts great?
- Mark Sarvas shares his carry-on reading for the travel weeks ahead and I'm pleased to learn I'm not the only one who hasn't read Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates. It is high time I do and it's on my list of holiday reading as well.
- Oxford University Press asked Lauren Cerand about favorite recent reads and the results are delicious: neither I've heard of, both are equally intriguing. One is even a work in translation!
- Post Road Magazine's got Elissa Schappell waxing poetic on Dawn Powell. I discovered Dawn Powell a long time ago - strangely as a recommendation from Gore Vidal in some book or other. While I'm not a sucker for Vidal's work, I certainly am for Powell's. I've been meaning to write a post on her work for...years now...and who better to beat me to it?
- I'm thrilled to learn that Three Percent is making a concerted effort to track literature in translation. A much-needed endeavor.
- I'm not liking Meyer any more than I did yesterday, even though I'm nearly finished. It pains me to want to like a book so badly and to have it stop short of nearly every expectation I had for it. I've almost stopped completely twice - tempted to close the book, file it back in the yellow section of the shelf and move on to the big pile of books I simply can't wait to read. I still may do it. I might. But it's Dixon. I couldn't do that to Dixon. Or could I?
